A Man Without a Name

I heard a criminal once sayin’ to a judge: to keep me off the streets i will need a suit..

i will need a coup i will not need a roof.

I guess thats how a man who didnt have a roof over his head since he had his first tooth see the world just fancy cars and suits..

for him dat was the truth.

I wouldn’t blame the guy.. he lived in a phonebooth!

I blame rest of the world for not showin’ him the proof that he’s innocent..

that he just didnt know life’s truth.

People use to look at him with looks like bullets..

for thier eyes he wasn’t bullet proof..

so now he’s shootin’ them with real bullets just to show them the proof that he’s bleedin’ guilt…

and now to make’em pay its thier blood that he had to spill.

U see there’s no way that guy would’v turn this way if we gave him another chance..

another way or another door to wake away from the crime…

if we gave him a job he would’nt just lay back and imagine that mayback..

he would’v get his life back.